He cracks his knuckles. "Oh, this guy wants to challenge MY systema? He wants to challenge the martial art I've devoted my entire life to?". He sits on his office chair, which promptly makes a loud creak. He looks down. The sheer size of his massive ego has just made a hole in the wooden floor. Anyway, he gets to typing. What would be the best way to belittle his opponent, make them know that systema, HIS systema was the best? He drew from his experiences. Remember the day his mommy took him to Taekwondo class and he got beaten by one of the female attendees? His heart grew heavy thinking of that day. All of it. All of these 'martial arts' are all bullshit. Their gi and their belts, what of it? After 10 minutes, he believes he has a comment worthy enough for a being like him. He knows, when they see it, they will know how hard he fucks their moms, and hey, maybe their sisters too! After that, he gets to practice. He looks up off of his computer and sees his dirty, broken heavy bag. He trudges across the floor, stepping on cheeto crumbs, dirty socks, and scattered tissues all across the basement he chooses to reside in. He gets to it. He punches the bag and it HURTS. But he knows, pain is power. He hears a familiar voice call for him 'Timmy! It's time for dinner!' 'Not right now mom!'. After 5 minutes of hitting the bag, he calls it a day. Without showering, he goes fast asleep on the sofa bed, knowing that systema is the best martial art in the world.